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Countryside

May 7, 2023
By LilithsOrchid GOLD, Farmer City, Illinois
LilithsOrchid GOLD, Farmer City, Illinois
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Oh, to be a coyote

Deep in the countryside

A feast, a buffet!

Of cows that have died

But the hunters, they prowl, they stalk

They aim, shoot

And you can no longer walk

You followed your own rules

Scavenged alone

And now you find yourself

With no home

For now you are a pelt, a rug

Sitting in this grave you’ve dug

But you can only feel regret, not spite

Because you know what it could’ve been

Just might

If you hadn’t been so proud

Then you could, just maybe

Find yourself in a pack, a crowd



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